Salted Toffee

Zhu Yu didn't sleep very well this time. He always felt like a mosquito was scratching his ears and scratching his face, stepping on his slippers and dancing on his forehead. It wasn't noisy or biting, but it was annoying.

Want to slap it to death.

The class bell rang suddenly, and Zhu Yu mustered up all his strength, and slapped him with a slap.

——Patting the back of Fu Cizhou's hand red.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Yu hugged the little shark, still a little dazed.

Fu Cizhou moved his lips, raised his finger and pointed to the window: "Open the window."

Zhu Yu turned his face slightly bluntly, stretched out his hand lazily, and opened the window.

"Are you hot?" He was still sleepy, and asked Fu Cizhou in a hoarse voice.

Even if Fu Cizhou was not hot, Zhu Yuwen made him hot: "Yeah."

Zhu Yu propped his arms, put his five fingers together and slapped Fu Cizhou's face: "I will slap the young master."

Fu Cizhou's mind froze, watching Zhu Yu's fingers move up and down in front of him, and resisted not holding them directly.

"Get out," he brushed away the beckoning hand, "don't bother me."

Zhu Yu chuckled, and buried his face in the shark doll again with a smile: "No trouble, no trouble..."

Just like coaxing a child, he coaxed Fu Cizhou's temper away.

Also can't get angry.

The third class is Lao Chen's Chinese class. It may be because of the conversation with Fu Cizhou that Lao Chen came very late.

Zhu Yu hugged his little shark and pressed his whole body on the table, it was so comfortable that he didn't want to let go.

"Zhu Xiaoyu," Fu Cizhou knocked on the table in front of him suddenly, "You still owe me 3000 yuan, remember?"

"Ah..." Zhu Yu blinked and said dully, "I don't remember."

The finger that knocked on the table just now directly knocked on Zhu Yu's forehead, Fu Cizhou gritted his back molars and said, "Do you want me to remember it for you?"

"No, no, no," Zhu Yu hurriedly got up, "What are your orders, young master? I'll do it according to the situation."

"It depends on the situation..." Fu Cizhou was stunned by Zhu Yu's shamelessness, "I'll ask you a question, and the 3000 yuan will be written off."

Zhu Yu was silent for a moment, then backed away: "I still prefer to pay back the money directly."

Fu Cizhou narrowed his eyes and said dangerously: "I'll give you another chance to think about it."

Zhu Yu adjusted his sitting posture and started to be serious: "You ask."

"I just want to ask a question," Fu Cizhou stretched out an index finger, "Do you have an older brother?"

Zhu Yu didn't know why Fu Cizhou asked such a question.

The moment after hearing it, he seemed to be completely stuck by a glass cover that fell from the sky, and he couldn't hear the sound or speak.

He didn't answer, but Fu Cizhou already knew the answer.

It's just that the other party didn't seem to expect the huge impact of this question. Seeing Zhu Yu whose smile suddenly disappeared, he felt a lot of panic in his heart.

After being so silent for nearly half a minute, Zhu Yu put the little shark in the middle of the table, ignored the fact that he was in class, and just stood up and walked out of the classroom.

"Zhu Yu, what are you doing?" Old Chen didn't even finish his sentence on the podium, and Zhu Yu left the back door of the classroom.

Fu Cizhou stood up quickly: "I'll go and have a look."

The two of them were simply lawless, with no discipline in their eyes.

Lao Chen asked the class representative to take the students to study by themselves first, and hurriedly followed them out.

But as soon as he left the classroom, there was no one in the corridor, and Lao Chen turned around a few times before rushing to the stairwell.

Zhu Yu didn't go downstairs, he just washed his face in the bathroom on the far left of the floor.

Fu Cizhou was right next to the pool, frowning, as if a little regretful.

"Are you checking me?" Zhu Yu's face was still dripping with water, and once the face of a person who usually smiles is downcast, he will have a kind of coldness that rejects others for thousands of miles.

"I didn't check." Fu Cizhou put his hands in his pockets and pinched his knuckles secretly, trying to make himself look more casual and relaxed, "I guess."

The "Zhu Yu" in the honor roll that I saw in the educational institution at the beginning, and the photo of the item that fell in the cracks for almost 20 years, the timeline of the growth of the two children is completely correct.

If it was the former alone, Fu Cizhou could still persuade himself that it was a coincidence.

But ever since I saw that photo, the sense of strangeness has been out of control.

It is not a coincidence that several coincidences collide one after another.

Fu Cizhou knew that there must be some ins and outs in it, but this was Zhu Yu's business, and he didn't want to get to the bottom of it without the other party's consent.

But Zhu Yu didn't say anything, he was soft and hard, and he just didn't say anything.

He didn't even mention it, he was laughing and joking all day long, which made people think that this person had nothing on his mind.

Like a rope, stretched tighter and tighter.

Others still look like a rope, but only Fu Cizhou knows that if the rope is not loosened, he will break.

"You don't want my business..." Zhu Yu pressed his fingers on the marble countertop of the sink, and looked down at the little drops of water splashing on the edge.

He originally thought that he would finish the sentence as before, but he couldn't say anything in the middle of the sentence.

Don't worry about my affairs.

But does Fu Cizhou care too much?

Even if you don't like it, you can't waste other concerns.

"Well," Zhu Yu raised his eyes to look at Fu Cizhou, his eyes were filled with a little bit of red, "Is it all right?"

This is the answer to that question.

A positive answer was given.

There was a crisp sound of "clap", and Fu Cizhou's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone and pulled into a ball.

"That person, Zhu Yu?"

His voice was almost trembling, and a bold and terrifying thought flashed through his mind.

Zhu Yu didn't answer, just looked at Fu Cizhou quietly.

Until the sound of footsteps came from the corridor, Lao Chen, who was sweating all over his forehead, arrived late and took both of them to the office.

"Tell me, what's going on?" Lao Chen slumped on the chair and began to question the two of them.

Fu Cizhou and Zhu Yu stood side by side at the desk, neither of them spoke.

Old Chen thought it was too strange.

These two people are more talkative than the other, and they talk in a different way all day long, even the teacher dared to fool them, now they really let them talk, but they are all dumb.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon, this is definitely something wrong.

He brought the two of them together to ask questions, and asked them separately, tossing back and forth until the get out of class was over, but he didn't manage to utter a word.

Old Chen was so tired that he squeezed his Qingming acupoint frantically when he saw the opportunity, and his frown did not relax within more than 40 minutes.

"It's okay," Fu Cizhou finally said, reassuring Old Chen, "I will take good care of him."

Old Chen was pressing his temples, so he waved his hands helplessly: "Forget it, you guys go to class."

Zhu Yu immediately turned his head and left, and even helped the door frame when he left the office.

Fu Cizhou sensed something was wrong, and lifted his armpit from behind. Zhu Yu leaned against the wall with this strength, took out a toffee from his pocket, tore off the wrapper and bit it into his mouth.

"Hypoglycemia?" Fu Cizhou quickly went around to hold his arm.

Zhu Yu frowned, pulled out his arm and tried to break free: "I'm fine..."

But Fu Cizhou held his wrist with a lot of strength and couldn't break free.

"Little fish."

Zhu Yu's eyelashes trembled, his eyes drooped, and he didn't insist anymore.

"My dad also calls me Xiaoyu."

"That's different," Fu Cizhou lowered his head, raised his hand and brushed away Zhu Yu's broken hair, "I'm calling, it's my little fish."